The Last Night

I think about the last time we slept in bed together before I went to the store.

Everything is darker than the winds that whisper to my heart. My life is getting weaker as each day passes thur my lone light. The last time I saw him he was happy &amp; it was our first winter to begin a family. But after the days we spent together he was taken away in a sleep he spent holding me to reassurance.

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